There are days I wonder if the word “available” is written across my forehead.
Because it seems like no matter how kind, genuine, or open I try to be — men read me as an opportunity, not a person.
I’ve tried to build friendships with men, hoping for something meaningful, real — but somehow, it always circles back to the same thing. The subtle flirt, the “you’re too pretty to just be friends,” the late-night messages that stop pretending. It’s like they can’t see beyond what they want from me.
And honestly? It’s exhausting.
It makes me angry — not just at them, but at how easily women are reduced to what men desire.
There’s nothing wrong with admiration. I know I’m beautiful, and I’m not ashamed to own that. But admiration without respect? That’s not a compliment — it’s a warning sign.
Sometimes I catch myself wondering, is it me?
Do I give off something that invites this? Am I doing something wrong? But no — I’ve realized it’s not my fault that society has taught men to see women as something to conquer rather than connect with.
I’m done blaming myself for the blindness of others.
I’m tired of shrinking, of softening my light so I don’t attract the wrong kind of attention. I’m tired of questioning my boundaries just to be “understood.”
So here’s my truth:
I’m no longer entertaining anyone who only values me for what they can take from me. I’m no longer explaining my boundaries to people who’ve already decided not to respect them.
If my presence threatens your self-control, that’s your problem to fix, not mine.
Because my worth isn’t measured by how much you want me.
It’s measured by how deeply I know myself, how fiercely I protect my peace, and how gently I continue to love in a world that keeps trying to objectify me.
To the women who feel unseen except for their bodies — I see you. You’re not crazy, too sensitive, or “too guarded.” You’re protecting sacred ground.
And to every man reading this — if all you see in a woman is what she can give you physically, you’ve already missed her entirely.
I’m still learning, still unlearning. But I know this for sure:
I’d rather be alone than surrounded by people who only see the surface.
Because my light is divine, my energy is rare, and my worth — my God, my worth — will never again be measured by your desire.
